la vie en rose
the domestic minx
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"Oh look!" I smiled, as my long mach arrived, steaming with crema and the aroma of good beans, "I have a little heart on mine!"
"Well" announced my mother, "I've got a penis!"
It was a little too loud.
Two teenagers giggled. An old lady turned her head. Her husband sniggered.
I blushed. Yes.
"Oh look, there are even testicles." she added.
There were too.
"I'll have what she's having." I said. To the audience.
A day with my Mum is ever amusing, always rosy and often embarrassing.
Blowsy blonde, adorably artless, utterly feminine and comical in the extreme,
my mother plays the eternal ingenue to perfection.
Although she is now in her sixties, her hourglass figure, petite and perfect,
is a lesson to women a third her age.
She embodies the pin up with her pertness, her cheeky smile, her cloud of blonde hair still ungreyed by the years.
But it is her sense of humour that undoes me.
She is incorrigible.
She can spot an innunendo at twenty paces, casually slipping her own into polite conversations, convincingly feigning innocence when her minx is showing.
While she is often unexpectedly clever, she delights in being disarmingly silly.
Today, following the coffee, as we both struggled to squeeze into a pair of high waisted pencil skirts, sharing space in the overcrowded, overheated changing rooms of a large department store, my mum made her classic announcement.
"I'm not wearing any underpants under these stockings, you know..."
"MUM!"
"I hope no one sees my back bottom."
"I'd be more worried about your front bottom if I were you."
"Oh I don't have one of those."
Wondering where on earth I had sprung from, I considered this disarming woman I was spending time with.
"Ooh, you look really sexy in that!" she squealed as I struggled to pull the zip to the top of the skirt which, resting directly beneath my breasts, had managed to push my cleavage into my neck.
"Oh, I don't think- "
"It's beautiful," she cooed. "Look what it's doing for your bottom."
Mothers are lovely, aren't they?
Not wearing her glasses, she was blind to the vision of my poor arse, squashed, relocated and resting somewhere above the back of my knees.
Thank God it was only my back bottom. Obviously it could have been worse!
My Mum didn't see it, of course.
She may not have been wearing her spectacles, but she did have on her rose coloured glasses.
As she does, in my company.
And oh, how grateful I am.
After a night of fractured sleep, an early morning splodge in something fetid and unmentionable, a wrestle with unruly hair, a surge of hormones, an inappropriate blemish, an unpleasant appointment discussed with my specialist and a wardrobe malfunction, my usual minxy self had been a little lost when she'd arrived on my doorstep.
Not for long.
"Oh, my little girl!" she purred, kissing my cheek. "You look absolutely beautiful! What have you done with your hair? It looks so shiny!"
Thank you Mum.
La vie en rose...
Can I borrow your glasses?
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Reader Comments (32)
I want to spend the DAY with your MUM! she sounds wonderful!
so now we are privy to where your various minx qualities emanated and evolved from...
Oh it is a laugh a minute Meleah!
She is a darling, utterly...
I might hire her out to you - or you could join us on one of our little adventures...
xx
I have had a good teacher raffi...
But while my mum is a fluffy bundle of sweet, angelic fairy floss I am a little more like molasses, richer, darker, a syrup more complex... but still sweet.
xx
what a blessing for you,, that must be.. to have fallen not far from your dear mothers tree....i on the other hand am a whole different fruit....and long often to be,,as soft and sweet, as she... more like my dear mother,,, and less like me....
My mother has always said, "Good trees don't bear bad fruit."
I am much like my darling Mum, and yet so very, very different. While she smiles when she sees herself in me, she is happy to see that strange something else too - a little more spice, perhaps...a little more colour and bite. And she loves that too.
I am grateful for her sweetness.
You are wild and delicious, Paisley...
And full of flavour.
What a delectable fruit...
xx
oh how sweet.im glad to say i am also my mother's daughter.as much as she would not like to admit this to anyone.she always says i take after my father but i know i take after her.and i love her to death.
Me thinks the Minx's mum be a Minx.
Long may those glasses be tinted rose.
Such a delightful post!
I have an Aunt just like your mother - and it is utterly fabulous to have someone who knows you so well - from the instant you were, loves and adores, and worships you for all you ever were and will be.
My Aunt is glamorous, flirtatious, sweet and more than a little naughty. If I could be like anyone it is her - if she could be anyone - it is me. It makes the world a wonderful place to have someone like that in your life doesn't it!
Your mum must be proud to have a woman as lovely as you for her daughter, Maisha - and perhaps she can't quite believe it!!
I am proud of all the precious parts of me that are like my mum.
She is really rather special xx
Yes, Uncle Norman, she is a minx indeed!
I've had a good teacher!
Best she keeps those glasses on!
xx
It is so delicious to be adored, isn't it Michelle!
It is that wonderful unconditional love that is so rare and precious.
I think it is so lovely that you wish to be your Aunt and she would love to be you.
It is a beautiful validation.
xx
Your Mum sounds absolutely charming! I do love those rose-colored glasses and wear them constantly around my own three daughters. They respond with eye-rolls and groans when I hug and fuss and compliment them but I can see that it tickles them to know that no matter what there is someone on the planet who sees them as the gorgeous, perfect creatures they actually are.
That's what Mums are for, no?
You are, my dearest Minx, deeply blessed.
Oh to have a Mum such as yours...who saw me through rose colored glasses! How delightful!
I hope you're feeling better, my dear. I have been worried about your kisser!
xoxo
Ms. M
Another thoroughly entertaining post, Ms. Minx.
I have not seen my own mother for years and years.
I like to think she is still out there, somewhere, punching out sailors and stealing their wallets. God bless her.
Well, your mum sounds great...mine is more like...you should not wear this it emphasizes your dark circles under your eyes...tu as de la chance toi!
I'm so jealous of your mum.......where's the screaming harridan chasing you around the house with a wooden spoon? A mum so perfect is unimaginable - surely fiction
.and why, when I was reading this post was I thinking of all those english 40s movies that they play on the ABC in the middle of the night?
Googie Withers anyone?
This wonderful post reminded me of a dessert I received at Deve in Auckland once. It came out from the kitchen after a fair bit of kerfuffle and carry on and I was already suspicious. Once presented with it I saw that it comprised two peach slices, a cherry, a banana and whipped cream. I think it must have been the chef's last day or something and the staff were a little tipsy.
I didn't know what to do. So I ate it.
My darling M x
I am so blessed to have my darling Mum, both as my mentor, my guide and my friend.
The fact that she wears those lovely glasses makes it even more precious.
I wish everyone had a pair..
xox
Oh Sylvie, no....
I will send mine over for a morning...
She will cheer you up, if nothing else!!
xx